“Eyes on me, Drew,” he rasps, his voice deep and thick, before his mouth is between my legs. I do as he says, our eyes locked together as Jasper watches. He toys with me. Switching between fast and slow, gentle and hard, until it doesn’t matter anymore. “Jasper.” His name is a moan and no matter how hard I try to keep them open, my eyes flutter shut. Pressure begins to build low in my belly and anticipation tingles up my spine. The sound of my breathing melds with my mews of pleasure as my back arches off the bed, as the sensation builds and builds until it finally explodes. The black behind
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